by Raakhel

Created on: January 22, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

WASTE, UTTERLY

Waste me,
This night
You are not utterly
Capable

Culpable

You try
With vain strokes
Of disarming glee
To tame me

But I,
Who simmer
And laugh at your
Foolery

Wit-tery, if not

Don't begrudge
This slim knock
Against a sliver
Of my thigh
Unveiled,
By the grazing
Of your hot palm

Sparks sweep,
And unarm
My armery of pretense,
Walled

Unbased

Waste me,
Tonight
I am yours,
Utterly.

(First published on moontowncafe.com under the pseudonym playing_with_cloud/copy rights Meghana Bahar)

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